Sunday, August 17, 2014

Christmas with the Marquis!

Don't have a cover for this one yet, but it's a new Christmas story that's just now being edited.

It's a new Christmas story, a novella, that I have a lot of fun writing. It's set in the Regency period, when Christmas was a little different. No Xmas trees, as they didn't arrive in England until Prince Albert brought the idea over from Germany and when Queen Victoria embraced the idea everyone else did too. So there's no tree in this story, but we do have holly, berries, red and green swags, and the most important thing, mistletoe. This story is not erotica, but sensual. There's as wicked a villain as one could want, and a heroine who starts out detesting the hero. Here's an excerpt:

"Abigail
did not take kindly to having an almost constant companion. Jason attached
himself to her, seldom letting her out of his sight. She fretted at the lack of
privacy and took her ill humor out on Jason. He merely smiled when she railed
at him to leave her alone.

Still
she couldn’t let it go.

“I’ve
taken care of myself for years, my lord. Without any help from you at all. Now
please go take care of your other guests.”

That
comment brought a reaction she’d not expected. Jason’s face flushed with guilt,
and he etched a formal bow and left her. In fact he left the room.

She
stared after him, and then reddened. Blast it all. He thought she was still
angry for her childhood years, when she’d been a pariah in her father’s house.
Because of him. She hadn’t meant that at all. She’d merely been thinking of how
she’d always done pretty much what she wanted, disregarding the social life
she’d been cheated of but thoroughly enjoying her independence.

She
still found it hard to accept help from anyone. But she’d hurt Jason. She
hadn’t meant to do that at all.

Following
him, she ran out of the room and onto the patio. He was leaning against the
balustrade, staring out into the dark garden. Hurrying to him, she spun him
around and cradled his face in her hands.

“Jason,
I didn’t mean anything but that I’m tired of this whole business. Not you. Just
that I hate this tension, and I hate the way I’m reacting. Please forgive me.”

He
flung aside the cheroot he’d about to light, and grabbed her by her arms.

“Abigail,
do you know what it would do to me if you’re harmed because of me? Do you have
any idea?Do you?”

Before
she could answer he’d wrapped her in an almost desperate embrace, kissing her
with a wild passion he’d not shown her before. His lips left hers and he
lowered the bodice of her thin evening gown, kissing the curving tops of her
breasts. She gasped and started to melt into his embrace, then pushed away from
him.

“Jason,
we have to stop. We’re in full view of the living room.”

He
brought her close again and briefly laid his cheek on her hair. Drawing a
ragged breath, he stepped back.

She
looked at him doubtfully, then turned and did as he said. Jason got another
cheroot out of his pocket and lit it. He needed something to do to distract his
thoughts and give his too solid erection time to subside.

For
the moment his thoughts were not at all on his enemy. If they had been, he
might have sensed the evil presence in the group of firs across the lawn.He didn’t realize he’d just delighted his foe
by displaying his biggest vulnerability. Anyone watching Jason would have to be
blind not to realize just how to make him suffer the most."

One more little fact. I took a poll on Facebook to name the heroine, and Abigail won easily!I can be found at all the usual places, or write me at jeanharstewart,earthlink.net. Love comments, so please take the time to tell me what you're thinking.